Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.